He had let her climb over each stile first so he could ogle her cute butt, the black fabric stretched tight so he could see the outline of her panties...beneath it. He’d wondered which ones was she wearing today. Those satin ones, with the rose pattern and the lacy frill? He liked those. It couldn’t be the boy shorts style (perforated black with red lace frill over the mons) as those had no visible panty line. The deep blue silk tap pants? The French shorts? As John’s mind wandered over his. Caroline parted her thighs. Darleen gazed hungrily at the juicy pussy between those smooth legs, licking her lips in anticipation. She had never eaten out a pussy before, but she knew that it was going to be lovely. Anything that looked as tasty as Caroline's cunt just had to be delicious.Reaching out, she gently spread Caroline's cuntlips apart with her fingers. Caroline moaned softly and her loins began to slowly pump in expectation. Darleen's tongue came out, fluttering. The girl's face was. Surely David would move his hand away soon? Surely he wouldn’t leave his hand there amongst all the wetness?“Is that nice Beth? It feels lovely…” Beth felt slightly relieved and nodded her head slowly.“It’s nice Davey…” She muttered. Suddenly his fingers probed even more insistently and she clamped her thighs together as she came. She bit her lips trying not to cry out as her orgasm trembled through her in waves. This couldn’t be happening, she thought to herself in a daze, she couldn’t be. He had to get the real deal. Finally—half out of exasperation, and half in pity for this strange lost soul—she gave in, as long as he agreed to wear a condom. ‘Of course I will,’ he said, as if astonished that she thought she had to ask. So they went into his cabin. There was no proper bed in there, just a couch. It was leather or fake leather, and dark red—almost just like the couch she had in her own apartment, except a little longer. And it had sheets and bed pillows on it. He shrugged off.